mace introduces bill aimed at keeping transgender member out of the ladies' bathroom

[Lance_Castro]

butters, you fucking idiot, would you want your daughters in the same bathroom with biological men, who think they are girls? If you can, be honest.

She said the other day she has a daughter with a penis, so youre barking up the wrong tree.

Lol

 

[Politruk]

butters, you fucking idiot, would you want your daughters in the same bathroom with biological men, who think they are girls? If you can, be honest.

You do realize that there is no risk in that, don't you? A transwoman in a men's room is in danger of assault. A bio-female in a restroom shared with transwomen is not.

 

[Bigtitsbitch1000x]

She said the other day she has a daughter with a penis, so youre barking up the wrong tree.

Lol

Every daughter has a penis, chud. It's called a clitoris.

You homeless vagrants covered with your own shit, piss, vomit, and, soon, blood, running like rabid rabbits into stagnant pools of garbage, cannot formulate a single phrase, much less a sentence, arguing against the science of endocrinology, which is recognized in every hospital in the civilized world.

The time is much closer than you can imagine, in your rodent-brained misery, when you will be required to sign sworn declarations accepting that trained medical professionals determine the facts of gender and sex, not bootless trolls on unknown internet graffiti walls, before you can be treated for the gunshot wounds inflicted on you gleefully by the children we have liberated from you.

You will croak in the gutter bleeding out while the Transgender Investigative Teams (TITS) will bring humans to spit on you and laugh while you beg for mercy.

You will get none.

I am an established historian. This is not a joke. My books are taught in every university in the West. I will make sure no innocent student will be spared grooming so that your hunky boys are quickly turned out as pretty little tranny hos crying in public for cock to suck and accommodate anally.

I regret that your time on this planet is over, Ötzi. About as much as i regret the difficulties of life as a paramecium. Shut the fuck up. You're freezing to death. Waffle Houses everywhere will be used as holding pens where you'll starve to death. Nobody will ever know you existed.

Think about this, dork:

"I had come to Spain with some notion of writing newspaper articles, but I had joined the militia almost immediately, because at that time and in that atmosphere it seemed the only conceivable thing to do.

"The Anarchists were still in virtual control of Catalonia and the revolution was still in full swing. To anyone who had been there since the beginning it probably seemed even in December or January that the revolutionary period was ending; but when one came straight from England the aspect of Barcelona was something startling and overwhelming.

"It was the first time that I had ever been in a town where the working class was in the saddle. Practically every building of any size had been seized by the workers and was draped with red flags or with the red and black flag of the Anarchists; every wall was scrawled with the hammer and sickle and with the initials of the revolutionary parties; almost every church had been gutted and its images burnt. Churches here and there were being systematically demolished by gangs of workmen. Every shop and cafe had an inscription saying that it had been collectivized; even the bootblacks had been collectivized and their boxes painted red and black. Waiters and shop-walkers looked you in the face and treated you as an equal. Servile and even ceremonial forms of speech had temporarily disappeared. Nobody said 'Señior' or 'Don' or even 'Usted'; everyone called everyone else 'Comrade' and 'Thou', and said 'Salud!' instead of 'Buenos días'. Tipping was forbidden by law; almost my first experience was receiving a lecture from a hotel manager for trying to tip a lift-boy. There were no private motor-cars, they had all been commandeered, and all the trams and taxis and much of the other transport were painted red and black. The revolutionary posters were everywhere, flaming from the walls in clean reds and blues that made the few remaining advertisements look like daubs of mud. Down the Ramblas, the wide central artery of the town where crowds of people streamed constantly to and fro, the loudspeakers were bellowing revolutionary songs all day and far into the night. And it was the aspect of the crowds that was the queerest thing of all. In outward appearance it was a town in which the wealthy classes had practically ceased to exist. Except for a small number of women and foreigners there were no 'well-dressed' people at all. Practically everyone wore rough working-class clothes, or blue overalls, or some variant of the militia uniform. All this was queer and moving. There was much in it that I did not understand, in some ways I did not even like it, but I recognized it immediately as a state of affairs worth fighting for. Also I believed that things were as they appeared, that this was really a workers' State and that the entire bourgeoisie had either fled, been killed, or voluntarily come over to the workers' side; I did not realize that great numbers of well-to-do bourgeois were simply lying low and disguising themselves as proletarians for the time being."

George Orwell, the greatest political author of modern times, here:
Homage To Catalonia https://a.co/d/eElhHIL

It ain't Pauly Shore, chud. You shoulda finished ESL and gotten your GED.

You:

Us:

( O O )

 

[ll74]

butters, you fucking idiot, would you want your daughters in the same bathroom with biological men, who think they are girls? If you can, be honest.

Wait....do you mean to tell me that people are peeing and shitting in the same bathroom that aren't the same gender?

This seems troublesome. I don't want women shitting in the same bathroom as me....at home, we have separate facilities for that.

 

[TastySuckToy]

You homeless vagrants covered with your own shit, piss, vomit, and, soon, blood, running like rabid rabbits into stagnant pools of garbage, cannot formulate a single phrase, much less a sentence, arguing against the science of endocrinology, which is recognized in every hospital in the civilized world.

The time is much closer than you can imagine, in your rodent-brained misery, when you will be required to sign sworn declarations accepting that trained medical professionals determine the facts of gender and sex, not bootless trolls on unknown internet graffiti walls, before you can be treated for the gunshot wounds inflicted on you gleefully by the children we have liberated from you.

You will croak in the gutter bleeding out while the Transgender Investigative Teams (TITS) will bring humans to spit on you and laugh while you beg for mercy.

Cool fantasy fiction, bro, but you posted in the wrong forum.

 

[Bigtitsbitch1000x]

Wait....do you mean to tell me that people are peeing and shitting in the same bathroom that aren't the same gender?

This seems troublesome. I don't want women shitting in the same bathroom as me....at home, we have separate facilities for that.

There is no more point to arguing with a chud who says transwomen are anything other than women -- in utter defiance of the science -- than there is in arguing with a Holocaust denier, a Flat Earther, or a believer in David Icke.

If a male chud is terrified that "his daughter" is going to be raped by a man, that reflects more on men, including male chuds, than on transwomen.

Male chuds are too stupid to realize that the entire humanity recognizes the sexual anxiety present in all such nonsense. The male chud wants a girl around to drool over, molest, exploit, and sell to another male chud. They invent the existence of daughters just as they invent arguments for adding a shot of WD40 to their breakfast of Everclear.

These are surviving Neandertals who were tolerated among us humans for millennia because they were good at simple tasks like sorting rocks.

Huge mining corps now take care of that.

In Chudspeak, as we see in the case of PooPoo PeePee, "my daughter" means "my murder victim buried in my basement" or "the little girl neighbor i dream of raping anally and torturing to death with a band saw."

This is their concept of culture:

This is how the problem of this phenomenon will be resolved:

Men as we know them today will soon disappear altogether. We'll clone Wat Tyler to replace them.

Not one word of my post here is intended satirically. I write this as a historian.

( O O )

 

[Bigtitsbitch1000x]

Cool fantasy fiction, bro, but you posted in the wrong forum.

How would you know? I write in English, not Chud. That's why i eschew emojis.

And it's not fantasy fiction, Soylent Greenie. I'm a recognized historian. If your withered genitals have any remaining strength, and a child blames their horrifying existence on you, and said child attends a college, they may have to pay an exorbitant price to read one of my books.

Not your bro, gayboy. Say it to my face. There must be Shitsters in my region eager to test this. Send them along

( O O )

 

[Wat_Tyler]

We'll clone Wat Tyler to replace them.

Wat will allow that.

 

[TastySuckToy]

*more tough guy wannabe online posturing*

Keep on with your desperate attempts to seem a tough guy on some obscure online political forum.

 

[Bigtitsbitch1000x]

Wat will allow that.

Excellent.

BTW, i intend to offer an article on munitions in the SCW to this forum:

Abuch%2520f%25C3%25BCr%2520Historische%2520Kommunismusforschung%2Cdes%2520Eisernen%2520Vorhangs%2520beeinflusst%2520hat.&utm_campaign=aga&utm_source=agsadl2%2Csh%2Fx%2Fgs%2Fm2%2F4

It's based in the former state archive of East Germany. Which held the papers of K. Marx.

They published me previously on the SCW and other topics.

https://www.islamicpluralism.org/documents/islam-communism.pdf

Lots on interesting trivia about that.

Formatting etc. for the English ed. was done by my then-closest male friend in the world. I suppose since he's dead i can identify him even under web cebsorship here in Serbia:

https://search.app?link=https://en...._campaign=aga&utm_source=agsadl2,sh/x/gs/m2/4

I subsidized him, his family, and his publishing for many years, on Mossad money.

He'd have liked to hear about you.

Further, that Ed Abbey is unknown here in Serbia remains amazing. My first serious terrorism, against a nuke plant, was inspired by Ed. Went off flawlessly. Nobody harmed.

My favorite line by Stu:

"Never carry explosives on public transport."

We used to sing this with the fam:

( O O )

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Excellent.

BTW, i intend to offer an article on munitions in the SCW to this forum:

Abuch%2520f%25C3%25BCr%2520Historische%2520Kommunismusforschung%2Cdes%2520Eisernen%2520Vorhangs%2520beeinflusst%2520hat.&utm_campaign=aga&utm_source=agsadl2%2Csh%2Fx%2Fgs%2Fm2%2F4

It's based in the former state archive of East Germany. Which held the papers of K. Marx.

They published me previously on the SCW and other topics.

https://www.islamicpluralism.org/documents/islam-communism.pdf

Lots on interesting trivia about that.

Formatting etc. for the English ed. was done by my then-closest male friend in the world. I suppose since he's dead i can identify him even under web cebsorship here in Serbia:

https://search.app?link=https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stuart_Christie&utm_campaign=aga&utm_source=agsadl2,sh/x/gs/m2/4

I subsidized him, his family, and his publishing for many years, on Mossad money.

He'd have liked to hear about you.

Further, that Ed Abbey is unknown here in Serbia remains amazing. My first serious terrorism, against a nuke plant, was inspired by Ed. Went off flawlessly. Nobody harmed.

My favorite line by Stu:

"Never carry explosives on public transport."

We used to sing this with the fam:

( O O )

Somewhere around the turn of the century, I came in contact with a group of anarchist kids. Young people. Idealists lacking much knowledge of how the world works. Lack of experience, really.


They ran a small shop about two blocks from where I was living then. They sold a few books and trinkets and buttons, but nothing sustaining. Paying the rent was an issue and they weren't there but a few months. They lent me something by Bookchin (I think).


Anyway, point being, I explained that their views might get them on the wrong side of authority and that it might be nice to have a firearm or three. I wrote an essay under a pseudonym for their information and to distribute to their clientele, such as it was. The whole thing folded.


I wonder where in Hell I have a copy of that thing. It might be of some help/use.

 

[ll74]

I'm just glad that all the PB members won't have to deal with the trans people watching them pee.

Good job everybody

 

[Philthy_Phil]

Every daughter has a penis, chud. It's called a clitoris.

You homeless vagrants covered with your own shit, piss, vomit, and, soon, blood, running like rabid rabbits into stagnant pools of garbage, cannot formulate a single phrase, much less a sentence, arguing against the science of endocrinology, which is recognized in every hospital in the civilized world.

The time is much closer than you can imagine, in your rodent-brained misery, when you will be required to sign sworn declarations accepting that trained medical professionals determine the facts of gender and sex, not bootless trolls on unknown internet graffiti walls, before you can be treated for the gunshot wounds inflicted on you gleefully by the children we have liberated from you.

You will croak in the gutter bleeding out while the Transgender Investigative Teams (TITS) will bring humans to spit on you and laugh while you beg for mercy.

You will get none.

I am an established historian. This is not a joke. My books are taught in every university in the West. I will make sure no innocent student will be spared grooming so that your hunky boys are quickly turned out as pretty little tranny hos crying in public for cock to suck and accommodate anally.

I regret that your time on this planet is over, Ötzi. About as much as i regret the difficulties of life as a paramecium. Shut the fuck up. You're freezing to death. Waffle Houses everywhere will be used as holding pens where you'll starve to death. Nobody will ever know you existed.

Think about this, dork:

"I had come to Spain with some notion of writing newspaper articles, but I had joined the militia almost immediately, because at that time and in that atmosphere it seemed the only conceivable thing to do.

"The Anarchists were still in virtual control of Catalonia and the revolution was still in full swing. To anyone who had been there since the beginning it probably seemed even in December or January that the revolutionary period was ending; but when one came straight from England the aspect of Barcelona was something startling and overwhelming.

"It was the first time that I had ever been in a town where the working class was in the saddle. Practically every building of any size had been seized by the workers and was draped with red flags or with the red and black flag of the Anarchists; every wall was scrawled with the hammer and sickle and with the initials of the revolutionary parties; almost every church had been gutted and its images burnt. Churches here and there were being systematically demolished by gangs of workmen. Every shop and cafe had an inscription saying that it had been collectivized; even the bootblacks had been collectivized and their boxes painted red and black. Waiters and shop-walkers looked you in the face and treated you as an equal. Servile and even ceremonial forms of speech had temporarily disappeared. Nobody said 'Señior' or 'Don' or even 'Usted'; everyone called everyone else 'Comrade' and 'Thou', and said 'Salud!' instead of 'Buenos días'. Tipping was forbidden by law; almost my first experience was receiving a lecture from a hotel manager for trying to tip a lift-boy. There were no private motor-cars, they had all been commandeered, and all the trams and taxis and much of the other transport were painted red and black. The revolutionary posters were everywhere, flaming from the walls in clean reds and blues that made the few remaining advertisements look like daubs of mud. Down the Ramblas, the wide central artery of the town where crowds of people streamed constantly to and fro, the loudspeakers were bellowing revolutionary songs all day and far into the night. And it was the aspect of the crowds that was the queerest thing of all. In outward appearance it was a town in which the wealthy classes had practically ceased to exist. Except for a small number of women and foreigners there were no 'well-dressed' people at all. Practically everyone wore rough working-class clothes, or blue overalls, or some variant of the militia uniform. All this was queer and moving. There was much in it that I did not understand, in some ways I did not even like it, but I recognized it immediately as a state of affairs worth fighting for. Also I believed that things were as they appeared, that this was really a workers' State and that the entire bourgeoisie had either fled, been killed, or voluntarily come over to the workers' side; I did not realize that great numbers of well-to-do bourgeois were simply lying low and disguising themselves as proletarians for the time being."

George Orwell, the greatest political author of modern times, here:
Homage To Catalonia https://a.co/d/eElhHIL

It ain't Pauly Shore, chud. You shoulda finished ESL and gotten your GED.

You:

Us:

( O O )

If a clitoris was a penis, we'd call it a penis. Seeing as it isn't a penis, we call it a clitoris.

Why are you so stupid, jabba the steve?

Wipe that ridiculous make up off your face, dude.

 

[Philthy_Phil]

Every daughter has a penis, chud. It's called a clitoris.

You homeless vagrants covered with your own shit, piss, vomit, and, soon, blood, running like rabid rabbits into stagnant pools of garbage, cannot formulate a single phrase, much less a sentence, arguing against the science of endocrinology, which is recognized in every hospital in the civilized world.

The time is much closer than you can imagine, in your rodent-brained misery, when you will be required to sign sworn declarations accepting that trained medical professionals determine the facts of gender and sex, not bootless trolls on unknown internet graffiti walls, before you can be treated for the gunshot wounds inflicted on you gleefully by the children we have liberated from you.

You will croak in the gutter bleeding out while the Transgender Investigative Teams (TITS) will bring humans to spit on you and laugh while you beg for mercy.

You will get none.

I am an established historian. This is not a joke. My books are taught in every university in the West. I will make sure no innocent student will be spared grooming so that your hunky boys are quickly turned out as pretty little tranny hos crying in public for cock to suck and accommodate anally.

I regret that your time on this planet is over, Ötzi. About as much as i regret the difficulties of life as a paramecium. Shut the fuck up. You're freezing to death. Waffle Houses everywhere will be used as holding pens where you'll starve to death. Nobody will ever know you existed.

Think about this, dork:

"I had come to Spain with some notion of writing newspaper articles, but I had joined the militia almost immediately, because at that time and in that atmosphere it seemed the only conceivable thing to do.

"The Anarchists were still in virtual control of Catalonia and the revolution was still in full swing. To anyone who had been there since the beginning it probably seemed even in December or January that the revolutionary period was ending; but when one came straight from England the aspect of Barcelona was something startling and overwhelming.

"It was the first time that I had ever been in a town where the working class was in the saddle. Practically every building of any size had been seized by the workers and was draped with red flags or with the red and black flag of the Anarchists; every wall was scrawled with the hammer and sickle and with the initials of the revolutionary parties; almost every church had been gutted and its images burnt. Churches here and there were being systematically demolished by gangs of workmen. Every shop and cafe had an inscription saying that it had been collectivized; even the bootblacks had been collectivized and their boxes painted red and black. Waiters and shop-walkers looked you in the face and treated you as an equal. Servile and even ceremonial forms of speech had temporarily disappeared. Nobody said 'Señior' or 'Don' or even 'Usted'; everyone called everyone else 'Comrade' and 'Thou', and said 'Salud!' instead of 'Buenos días'. Tipping was forbidden by law; almost my first experience was receiving a lecture from a hotel manager for trying to tip a lift-boy. There were no private motor-cars, they had all been commandeered, and all the trams and taxis and much of the other transport were painted red and black. The revolutionary posters were everywhere, flaming from the walls in clean reds and blues that made the few remaining advertisements look like daubs of mud. Down the Ramblas, the wide central artery of the town where crowds of people streamed constantly to and fro, the loudspeakers were bellowing revolutionary songs all day and far into the night. And it was the aspect of the crowds that was the queerest thing of all. In outward appearance it was a town in which the wealthy classes had practically ceased to exist. Except for a small number of women and foreigners there were no 'well-dressed' people at all. Practically everyone wore rough working-class clothes, or blue overalls, or some variant of the militia uniform. All this was queer and moving. There was much in it that I did not understand, in some ways I did not even like it, but I recognized it immediately as a state of affairs worth fighting for. Also I believed that things were as they appeared, that this was really a workers' State and that the entire bourgeoisie had either fled, been killed, or voluntarily come over to the workers' side; I did not realize that great numbers of well-to-do bourgeois were simply lying low and disguising themselves as proletarians for the time being."

George Orwell, the greatest political author of modern times, here:
Homage To Catalonia https://a.co/d/eElhHIL

It ain't Pauly Shore, chud. You shoulda finished ESL and gotten your GED.

You:

Us:

( O O )

Also, threatening words by a feeble and senile old man could prevent one from getting their CCP. Hopefully nobody makes an anonymous tip. Whatever they do, I hope they don't use one of the methods posted below.

• Call the police: Call the non-emergency line at (415) 553-0123.
  
  
  
• Text an anonymous tip: Text (415) 575-4444 to submit an anonymous tip.
  
  
  
• Contact the Crime Gun Investigations Center: Call the Crime Gun Investigations Center at (415) 553-9528

 

[Lance_Castro]

I don't want women shitting in the same bathroom as me....at home, we have separate facilities for that.

how often does she let you use the bathroom?

 

[ll74]

how often does she let you use the bathroom?

I give her the proper permission as any man would do.

 

[Lance_Castro]

I give her the proper permission as any man would do.

Yeah, you sound like you wear the pants in your house

( snicker)

 

[ll74]

Yeah, you sound like you wear the pants in your house

( snicker)

It's what a proper man does. Tells a woman what to do and when to do it.
Why wouldn't I?

Wearing the pants and all...very important.

 

[Lance_Castro]

It's what a proper man does. Tells a woman what to do and when to do it.
Why wouldn't I?

Wearing the pants and all...very important.

Lol

 

[Politruk]

Every daughter has a penis, chud. It's called a clitoris.

You homeless vagrants covered with your own shit, piss, vomit, and, soon, blood, running like rabid rabbits into stagnant pools of garbage, cannot formulate a single phrase, much less a sentence, arguing against the science of endocrinology, which is recognized in every hospital in the civilized world.

The time is much closer than you can imagine, in your rodent-brained misery, when you will be required to sign sworn declarations accepting that trained medical professionals determine the facts of gender and sex, not bootless trolls on unknown internet graffiti walls, before you can be treated for the gunshot wounds inflicted on you gleefully by the children we have liberated from you.

You will croak in the gutter bleeding out while the Transgender Investigative Teams (TITS) will bring humans to spit on you and laugh while you beg for mercy.

You will get none.

I am an established historian. This is not a joke. My books are taught in every university in the West. I will make sure no innocent student will be spared grooming so that your hunky boys are quickly turned out as pretty little tranny hos crying in public for cock to suck and accommodate anally.

I regret that your time on this planet is over, Ötzi. About as much as i regret the difficulties of life as a paramecium. Shut the fuck up. You're freezing to death. Waffle Houses everywhere will be used as holding pens where you'll starve to death. Nobody will ever know you existed.

Think about this, dork:

"I had come to Spain with some notion of writing newspaper articles, but I had joined the militia almost immediately, because at that time and in that atmosphere it seemed the only conceivable thing to do.

"The Anarchists were still in virtual control of Catalonia and the revolution was still in full swing. To anyone who had been there since the beginning it probably seemed even in December or January that the revolutionary period was ending; but when one came straight from England the aspect of Barcelona was something startling and overwhelming.

"It was the first time that I had ever been in a town where the working class was in the saddle. Practically every building of any size had been seized by the workers and was draped with red flags or with the red and black flag of the Anarchists; every wall was scrawled with the hammer and sickle and with the initials of the revolutionary parties; almost every church had been gutted and its images burnt. Churches here and there were being systematically demolished by gangs of workmen. Every shop and cafe had an inscription saying that it had been collectivized; even the bootblacks had been collectivized and their boxes painted red and black. Waiters and shop-walkers looked you in the face and treated you as an equal. Servile and even ceremonial forms of speech had temporarily disappeared. Nobody said 'Señior' or 'Don' or even 'Usted'; everyone called everyone else 'Comrade' and 'Thou', and said 'Salud!' instead of 'Buenos días'. Tipping was forbidden by law; almost my first experience was receiving a lecture from a hotel manager for trying to tip a lift-boy. There were no private motor-cars, they had all been commandeered, and all the trams and taxis and much of the other transport were painted red and black. The revolutionary posters were everywhere, flaming from the walls in clean reds and blues that made the few remaining advertisements look like daubs of mud. Down the Ramblas, the wide central artery of the town where crowds of people streamed constantly to and fro, the loudspeakers were bellowing revolutionary songs all day and far into the night. And it was the aspect of the crowds that was the queerest thing of all. In outward appearance it was a town in which the wealthy classes had practically ceased to exist. Except for a small number of women and foreigners there were no 'well-dressed' people at all. Practically everyone wore rough working-class clothes, or blue overalls, or some variant of the militia uniform. All this was queer and moving. There was much in it that I did not understand, in some ways I did not even like it, but I recognized it immediately as a state of affairs worth fighting for. Also I believed that things were as they appeared, that this was really a workers' State and that the entire bourgeoisie had either fled, been killed, or voluntarily come over to the workers' side; I did not realize that great numbers of well-to-do bourgeois were simply lying low and disguising themselves as proletarians for the time being."

George Orwell, the greatest political author of modern times, here:
Homage To Catalonia https://a.co/d/eElhHIL

It ain't Pauly Shore, chud. You shoulda finished ESL and gotten your GED.

You:

Us:

( O O )

I've read Homage to Catalonia, but how is it relevant? Neither the U.S. nor any other country appears, now, to be on the brink of that kind of social revolution.

 

[Bigtitsbitch1000x]

Somewhere around the turn of the century, I came in contact with a group of anarchist kids. Young people. Idealists lacking much knowledge of how the world works. Lack of experience, really.


They ran a small shop about two blocks from where I was living then. They sold a few books and trinkets and buttons, but nothing sustaining. Paying the rent was an issue and they weren't there but a few months. They lent me something by Bookchin (I think).


Anyway, point being, I explained that their views might get them on the wrong side of authority and that it might be nice to have a firearm or three. I wrote an essay under a pseudonym for their information and to distribute to their clientele, such as it was. The whole thing folded.


I wonder where in Hell I have a copy of that thing. It might be of some help/use.

Absolutely useful and thanks! Bookchin and Abbey had plenty in common

Lefty libbypoos who never heard of Earth First! blow my mind.

No wonder they trod the Marxist-Pelosist path faithfully.

( O O )

 

[Bigtitsbitch1000x]

I've read Homage to Catalonia, but how is it relevant? Neither the U.S. nor any other country appears, now, to be on the brink of that kind of social revolution.

I understand that is how the topic of Orwell appears to you.

Not necessarily relevant immediarely but important on several points.

Outcome of a deep polarization.

False left.

Russ meddling.

Need for idealism.

Real anarchy.

Rule of the armed populace.

( O O )

 

[Politruk]

Marxist-Pelosist

 

[Bigtitsbitch1000x]

And? I live in Cali, am a Marxist, and have publshed on The Secret History of the Pelosi Regime.

From West to East: California and the Making of the American Mind https://a.co/d/hqLT05s

I have a contract for a second book on the topic.

What it means:

Marxist-Pelosists are this:

When they should be this:

( O O )

 

[Politruk]

Marxist-Pelosists are this:

Then they are nothing objectionable. OTOH, they are nothing that now exists.